Man even if I worked at a bank and had any sort of inkling that the check was off for some reason I wouldn't have given a shit. It's not my job to speculate. Enjoy your money, sir.

I got a serious glare from my manager at a staff meeting about shoplifting when I worked retail. I said that as long as someone wasn't obvious about it, I didn't really care. If you can pull it off, good job, buddy. Pay me more than minimum wage if you want me to give a fuck, corporate swine.

For real—I'm certainly not going to risk my neck confronting some shoplifter for $8/hr.

Seriously. I worked out there out of borderline desperation, not some kind of higher calling.

It's funny that they pay you these stupid amounts and expect you to be a team player who cares about the company on a personal level. And be grateful for it!

Team player meaning be a drone as opposed to thinking critically in ways that benefit the team. Team player doesn't have to be such a odious term, but our labour system has ensured that it is.

I would've thought grad school kids of relatively distinguished education in a not- deep-deep South state by the 1980's would've said to themselves "Hmm...maybe it's not a good idea to let myself get photographed in blackface at a party" like it's second nature. You know, similar to how "Maybe 'Dicks out!' isn't the surefire pickup line it seemed like in concept" seemed like a rational truism one did not have to write in magic marker on one's arm in order to remember.

A nice reminder that the civil rights era never penetrated the people of means. There's law and there's culture, and the rich made sure that their culture's most valuable tradition—mocking social lessers in the most appalling manner—would not succumb.